Kevin Gates - Waddup Homie Pt. 2 (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kevin Gates - Waddup Homie Pt. 2 (en) Lyrics
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Almighty God, I ask that you
be with each and every one of
our brothers and sisters
That's lost, that's found, that's
incarcerated, that's free
I pray that You bring our loved
ones home, immediate release
Visitation at the prison, on
the list, I'm rockin' bling
Name rang, they know my face,
it ain't no need to see ID
Used to pull up foreign, park
the whip and hop out VIP
Lawyer told me 'cause of COVID,
I can't come inside the
bing (What you mean?)
God answers prayers, be back
quicker than you think
Ain't it a trip how time fly
by quicker than you blink?
Just rolled through our ghetto,
it ain't like it used to bе
Everybody on that H and my lil'
baby sellin' D (For real)
Shit thеy sayin' on that internet,
you know you can't
believe (Man, come on)
These niggas guns be wild firin', they
terrified of beef (For real)
Any moment we can wild out
and get 'em put to sleep
Well-connected, know I'm WiFi,
I'm really in the streets
Do you remember I was bad off
on the lean? No longer drink,
put down the bottle
Lil' Kevin Gates on Carolina
next door to Miss Connie
Got customers that come for weight,
I distribute narcotics (Ooh)
Used to bump the hip, re-rock and shake,
I'm cookin' in the bottom (Ooh)
Nowadays I rock the stage and
make 'em move they body (Make
'em move they body)
On my way back from Lafayette, I exit
off of Highland (Off of Highland)
Make a left on East Buchanan, press
the pedal, we in throttle (Vroom)
Monte Carlo back, then I'm supplyin'
my environment (My environment)
Just hit me for a hizzy,
I'ma need about a hour
That's a half a brick for niggas
who ain't rockin' like I'm
rockin' (Like I'm rockin')
Eighteen zips, he want it soft, that's
not a problem (Not a problem)
On the hip with Chicago, bae come
bring me that, she got me
She like, "Bae, where
you say it's at?"
Underneath the counter
Next to the chair and cereal,
but right behind the boxes
Brian, give me thirty minutes, my
bitch on the way from Scotland
Stoppin' off on Canyon, man,
I'm jumpin' out a Honda
I'm in power with a collar shirt,
there go Luca Brasi
I'ma grinder, but you from where I'm
from, then losing's not an option
Multiple convictions but we
don't believe in stoppin'
Tryna do it with the work until I get
the music poppin' (Music poppin')
70805, they know we cut like that,
that's all the way (All the way)
The people just had passed, but
we still trappin', servin'
all the Js (All the Js)
Go to jail and jump the bond, we
right back the retarded way
Prayin' the feds don't pick up on
my charges, keep it all in state
If that's the case, Rodney Messina,
get it dismissed, a call away
Frank Ferrara made me cop out,
I done threw the ball away
Now I'm pressin' Tedrick tryna see
if he make these charges shake
I need you in the court of
laws (I need you), they
tryna throw us all away
What up, homie? You know I'm
with you right or wrong
I just hope you know I miss you
and I wish you hurry home
Your children gettin' big, in a minute
they gon' be grown (For real)
I know just how you feel, your baby mama
did you wrong (Fuck that bitch)
Be like, "What up with you homie?
You know I'm with you right or wrong
Just hope you know I miss you
and I wish you hurry home
Know my schedule done got hectic
when I don't pick up the phone
You know it kill me when you stressin',
I can hear it in your tone
I want my family back together, I just
pray it don't be long (Yeah)
I just put together this letter
and stuck it in a song (Ayy)
The ones you love the most will
be the ones that do you wrong
I just put together this letter
and stuck it in a song
Yeah, this ain't nothin' my nigga
Bitch, you know I'm all chill
I'm all in the visitation room,
you know, shirt bust open
You heard me?
Diamonds glistenin' everywhere (Bling-
bling, blaow, blaow, blaow)
Earrings and my necklace and my wrist
they look like February (Bling-
bling, blaow, blaow, blaow)
I just bought food for the whole compound,
you heard? (Real life)
I ain't really into shinin', I
just do that shit for Mazi
Real niggas up the road that
hold it down on the jokes
Ha, I just pray you don't be too long
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